Chapter Six
He stood over her body. She was so beautiful, with her
mousy brown hair splayed out like the wings of a bird. He loved birds. The
marks around her neck were just starting to turn a pretty shade of purple. The
slow rise of her chest assured him that she wasn’t dead. What does it feel
like to extinguish a life?
He pulled out his wallet and removed a slip of paper.
Yanking his pen from his pocket, he licked the end, ink staining his tongue. A
visceral jolt sliced through him at the taste. He could add another name to his
list of women who wanted him. Peering over the paper, he noted the woman’s name
on her nametag and scratched it onto the list, then added hair color since he’d
forgotten to get her last name. He wrote an eight behind the information. She
was good, but
